Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

snow blew in harsh gusts. the man did not speak. kukutux looked through the whorls of white at her grandson, then aimed her voice toward the stranger's ear. "come into the village. we will share words at my ulaq, for grandfather white bear walks in storms such as these," she warned with a humorous gleam to greenstone gaze.

she turned, expecting that both men walked with her. "we will eat. then you will say why you have come. i will allow you to remain until the wind has gone down if you only make a path through."